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Button your lip. Don't let the shield slip. Take a fresh grip on your bullet proof mask. And if they try to break down your disguise with their questions You can hide, hide, hide, "I'll tell you what, I'll give you three blacks, and play you for five" "Ta! You was unlucky there son" "Time gentleman!" Behind paranoid eyes.

You put on our brave face and slip over the road for a jar. Fixing your grin as you casually lean on the bar, Laughing too loud at the rest of the world With the boys in the crowd You hide, hide, hide, Behind petrified eyes.